“ Tori gazed out on the calm Ancific Ocean across which, incredibly, she would be taking a coach. Kay Kenyon
“ He didn't know which he preferred: the Red, with its fatalistic and pious acceptance of all futures, or the Misery, acknowledging that the more you attracted notice, the worse God dealt with you. Kay Kenyon
“ The student asks: If my redstone necklace had every view of every veil that ever brightened, would I be wise? The master answers: If I had a thousand pieces of a priceless vase, would I be rich? Kay Kenyon
